Tag: #Blacklivesmatter

Nearly a year ago, I went for a walk at the labyrinth at the Sisters of Bon Secours. After walking, I went into the retreat center and they had a bowl full of stones for meditation with words written on them. After much deliberation (and checking with the person at the desk), I decided to... Continue Reading →

Content note: white supremacy, violence, police violence. Note 1: This is PART TWO of a two-part post. I had a lot to say and it got long. Sorrynotsorry. You can read PART ONE here. Note 2: This post has kind of a playlist associated with it. I sing to calm myself sometimes, and music is powerful... Continue Reading →

Content note: white supremacy, violence, police violence. Note 1: This is PART ONE of a two-part post. You can read PART TWO here. I had a lot to say and it got long. Sorrynotsorry. Note 2: This post has kind of a playlist associated with it. I sing to calm myself sometimes, and music is... Continue Reading →

I am no stranger to organizing things when I see a need. When I was 10 years old, at my homeschooling co-op, one of the boys was running a "police academy" after lunch during free time. It turned into an exclusionary event where the boys - and those who were good at sports -- ran... Continue Reading →

Why I hold vigil every month witnessing Black lives lost to police violence and proclaiming that Black Lives Matter Because I am white. Because I have work to do. Because I do not always know how to do it. Because people mostly honk, and wave, and drive. Because I waved at a white woman and... Continue Reading →

As a psychologist, I frequently hear stories that touch me. I frequently hear about things that make me pause and consider the privilege I have had in my life. I hear stories of courage and resilience that are beautiful and profound. Frequently, I hear stories that weigh heavy on my heart and body. Frequently, I... Continue Reading →

Dear White People I Marched With Yesterday: Hey. What a day, amirite? Like you, I came home exhausted, energized, and amazed at our power. I don't think I have ever felt as powerful as a woman as I did yesterday. I felt strong, and powerful, and not alone. I felt not despair for the first... Continue Reading →